Age: 31
Gender: Male
Description:
Olek's appearance isn't something that most would call his strongest quality. He is a well muscled man, one might even go so far to say that Olek's physical condition might be slightly impressive. He stands at a tall 6' 4" and weighs in at 180 pounds, which is composed of muscle more or less. He's no body builder, but his fists pack quite the punch. His hair is short in length, almost shaved even, his hair is a deep dark shade of obsidian with premature grey streaks lining the sides of his head. His left eye is a deep shade of brown with flecks of gold throughout his iris. His right eye happens to be missing as of recently, due to a fiery accident. Burn marks line the right side of his head, curving downward across his jawline without deviating towards much of his scalp, The burn scars trail down the right side of his neck and down the whole right side of his back. Burn scars are distributed everywhere across his right arm, and a few across his right leg. Olek is a cleanly shaven man, with a slightly crooked nose that sits in between the intense gaze of his right eye. Olek's style is subtle when tracking escapees. He tends to wear average clothing, jackets, T shirts, cargo pants, and boots. When patrolling the labs he tends to be in uniform at all times.
Personality:
Olek can be a brute of a man when he has to, which tends occur more often than not. He is a man of duty and honor, he always takes his contracts and jobs seriously. Rarely has he ever deviated from his code of honor. He will guard, watch, and protect. Hell if the money is good, Olek will kill just about anyone in his path. He's very straight forward, extremely blunt about most topics. He will partake in wordplay from time to time, but it ultimately exhausts and irritates him when he has to do this. He ultimately is a man of few words, but when he does speak, he prefers to be completely straightforward as opposed to dancing around an issue. Olek is a firm man, he's never cruel when he doesn't have to be. He prefers to minimize the pain of his enemies, more often than not he will be kind to his charges, he may work for terrible people, but Olek prefers to keep the cruelty to a minimum.
- Ace Marksmanship
- Loyalty
- Proficient Tracking
- Tough as Nails
Fears:
- Fire
- Meaningless Death
- Civilian Life
- Attachments
- Limited Vision
- Notable Facial scarring
- Brash Behavior
Writing Sample: Smoke, flames. and burning rubble. That's all that could be seen through his good eye. The second sense to recover after the explosion went off was his sense of smell. Burning skin, the awful stench filled his nostrils. He coughed deeply, he looked around with his good eye as pain coursed through his body. Panic threatened to take over when Olek realized he could no longer see out of his right eye. His training pushed it down almost immediately however he groggily scanned thr room whilst on his belly stunned from the shock of the explosion. He felt a something move underneath his chest. Still struggling to stay awake, he remembered what he had done the moment the explosion ripped apart the neighboring room. He hit the deck, tackling an experiment on his way down. That was his job after all, to protect the merchandise, whether or not Olek thought of them as merchandise was a different story however. The small and frail mutant rolled Olek onto his back. He gasped in pain realizing that a good portion of the right side of his body was burnt to a crisp. He groaned as his vision swam. Everything had a tinge of red. Darkness threatened to close in on him as more smoke made its way into his lungs. Frightened, afraid, and relatively unscathed the mutant fled away from the ruin of a room. Olek cradled his burnt arm and began to pull his way out with his left. Sharp pain darted across his body whilst doing so. After a few pain filled moments, Olek managed to pull himself into the scorched hallway. He passed out for a few moments before rousing once more. Olek positioned himself into a sitting position, he wasn't going to suffocate in this hell hole. He grasped onto the wall, his left arm quivered as he pulled the rest of his body to a standing position.
The rest of the ordeal was a blur of mind numbing pain, and the sound of screams alongside the cries of freedom. As Olek gulped down fresh air, one resonating thought filled his mind. I'm not getting paid enough for this. With that Olek's head lolled to the side as his mind drifted into the darkness of unconsciousness.
* If I had the choice, I'd put a facility under the ground in a low traffic area. Such as a dirt road in a rural area, or perhaps a barn of some sort. *
